Cliché

Driving in the rain
Tortured by the radio
The wipers keep the time
While these songs and I try to find out why
When you're in love it's ok to say what you say
Even if you sound like an old cliché

Oh can't you see just how much you mean to me
And when my words have lost their way
The language of love has something say
Your heart is pure, your eyes are true
I love you

Walking in the rain
I rehearse all the way to your place
And as I reach your door and not before
All my words I misplace
It seems they come and they go
So meet me half way
Even when I sound like and old cliché

Oh can't you see just how much you mean to me
And when my words have lost their way
The language of love has something say
Your heart is pure, your eyes are true
I love you

The radio
Your heart is pure, your eyes are true
I love you